TED KAYSERİ COLLEGE / 10-A
The Dancer
Ceylin Jessica BAYRAM
A frown graced his delicate features as he looked down at his legs , if you could even call them that . Timmy sat in the waiting room of the clinic , his mother right next to him , reading her book . Timmy looked up and allowed the deafening silence to suck him into his mind . What a dangerous place that was !
Timmy shouldn ’ t have been here right now ; he should be dancing his heart out . Every twirl brings him closer to his dreams . He missed the feeling after a long practice . His feet would be painted with painful bruises and blisters however it was the most rewarding feeling for Timmy . He once again looked down at his legs , the bruises no longer there , in place the useless twigs he called his legs . They were no longer toned with healthy muscles of hours of dancing instead they were skin and bone , almost as thin as his arms .
His weak legs were the results of a horrible accident that left him crippled . Now Timmy was bound to a wheelchair . He was at the brick of losing hope . Almost a year of physical therapy and multiple surgeries , yet he still couldn ’ t stand up on his own .
When Timmy was informed that he had the faintest chance of walking again or even dancing , he clung to the hope and kept going , kept trying . Now , now he wasn ’ t so sure . His lack of motivation was showing in his therapy but he couldn ’ t give up . He had worked so hard to get where he was , this wasn ’ t going to make him quit his dreams of becoming a dancer and possibly being on Broadway .
Timmy ’ s train of thoughts was cut by his doctor calling his name . Here comes another hour of trying to walk . Timmy then decided that he would keep going because he had a dream to fulfil .